Higher Forms (from Lester's Last Song)
[The following is an excerpt from an extended book review of Lester Goran’s book “Bing Crosby’s Last Song.” The book review is written more like a creative essay / short story than a book review. If you are interested in reading the entire review, you can email me at daniellclausen [at] gmail [dot] com ]
I have all my notes on the novel scattered on notebook pages and bar napkins.
“I probably need to outline this,” I tell him.
“You probably need to throw it out,” he says.
“Throw it out and start over?” I ask.
“Start over, have a drink. It’s all the same. Who knows what will happen to the written word in the future. Perhaps baboons will learn to type and college students will learn higher forms of plagiarism that involve circus animals.”
He’s starting to sound a lot like the lutz I had in creative writing class -- clownish, buffoon-like, witty at times, and hoping to spare a few of us from the pain and misery of taking ourselves seriously as writers.
I have all my notes on the novel scattered on notebook pages and bar napkins.
“I probably need to outline this,” I tell him.
“You probably need to throw it out,” he says.
“Throw it out and start over?” I ask.
“Start over, have a drink. It’s all the same. Who knows what will happen to the written word in the future. Perhaps baboons will learn to type and college students will learn higher forms of plagiarism that involve circus animals.”
He’s starting to sound a lot like the lutz I had in creative writing class -- clownish, buffoon-like, witty at times, and hoping to spare a few of us from the pain and misery of taking ourselves seriously as writers.
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